The Axe Badger Blog

There are, of course, the typical things. Eating free waffles at the Sleep Inn every morning. People whoo-ing across the venue, the sound moving like a murmuration of birds. Jell-o shots. But this was not just another Choptober. This was the last* Choptober. I didn't quite know how sentimental the whole event would become. If people would just stop, mid-throw, to hug their competitor and cry big heartwarming tears about the move to a new location. Or if the entire event woul

Choptober is a cultural waypoint. A milestone of the axe throwing year, and a whole bunch of fun to boot. It's a time to catch up with folks, get a feel for the community at large, and, you know, dress up and be goofy. It's the biggest serious-not-serious tourney I've been to, and while I've only done it once, it has a long pedigree of being an institution in the sport. Naturally, I need to come up with an over-thought plan to fight against my natural urge to not be witnesse

The last Choptober (at Cherry Hill) is coming up, and as part of that bittersweet event, the axe house is running a little contest: a...

Last night, Don (the recently-minted owner of Choppers Hatchet House) reached out to me over messenger. We don't interact much, really,...